Covering eyelets of evening, shading corresponding lights, rotating and pivoting with changing highlights of remembering.
Nothing stands in the way, barriers fold in upon themselves, exposing the vulnerability of childhood.
Frightened, scared to silence, unable to voice nightmares continuing through the years.
Unable to infiltrate images into consciousness, years later they continue to haunt and hamper life and it cannot be lived normally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem